Imprisoned
Looking out of the balcony; a balcony which doesn't have an outlet. I open my balcony to see my neighbor's kids playing in their balcony and their mother coming out to sun dry her washed clothes.
It's been 19 days since the PM of our country has announced a nation wide lock down to avoid further outspread of the pandemic. It's been 19 days and I am locked inside the walls of my home. Amidst this situation, it is food, NetFlix, Prime and a number of unread books that has aided me in keeping me up to the tune. Opposed to my contemporaries, I do not have a WFH (Work from home), nor am I a succesful mommy; which I am expected to be by the completion of four years of my marriage. I am without any jobs, without any specific itinerary for these days of lockdown.
Recurring back to the balcony through which I am supposed to look out. Yes, I am supposed to look out of the window and look at the empty roads and decorate my balcony garden... Alas! I cannot, considering the amazing architecture of the society in which I live.
A balcony in summer evenings, with silent and cool winds blowing after a hot day remains in my memories. With the summer vacations ushering in, the balcony in my house had been a witness to many such afternoons, where I used to sit along with my mother and complete bengali novels.
Those days have been testimonies of how I grew up from being a child, to an adolescent and finally when I left Kolkata. These days when lazing around is a task for me, these memories often come to my mind and make me nostalgic.
The balcony in my home was a gateway to every small task that I used to do. Mornings, afternoons and evenings were spent sitting there. The long and slender tree that used to stand firm in front of my balcony, had many visitors... and this was where I spent the greatest days of my life.
Alas, I am stranded here in Hyderabad, away from home; trying to go back home... someday. In these times of distress, when I am not allowed to steer out of my home, my balcony was the only way to connect me to the outer world. I am truly imprisoned, as I am exiled inside the four walls of this apartment.
p.s: I do not have any pictures of either of the balconies, so couldn't let you all peek into my memories, but I suppose my words were enough to make you do so.
It's been 19 days since the PM of our country has announced a nation wide lock down to avoid further outspread of the pandemic. It's been 19 days and I am locked inside the walls of my home. Amidst this situation, it is food, NetFlix, Prime and a number of unread books that has aided me in keeping me up to the tune. Opposed to my contemporaries, I do not have a WFH (Work from home), nor am I a succesful mommy; which I am expected to be by the completion of four years of my marriage. I am without any jobs, without any specific itinerary for these days of lockdown.
Recurring back to the balcony through which I am supposed to look out. Yes, I am supposed to look out of the window and look at the empty roads and decorate my balcony garden... Alas! I cannot, considering the amazing architecture of the society in which I live.
A balcony in summer evenings, with silent and cool winds blowing after a hot day remains in my memories. With the summer vacations ushering in, the balcony in my house had been a witness to many such afternoons, where I used to sit along with my mother and complete bengali novels.
Those days have been testimonies of how I grew up from being a child, to an adolescent and finally when I left Kolkata. These days when lazing around is a task for me, these memories often come to my mind and make me nostalgic.
The balcony in my home was a gateway to every small task that I used to do. Mornings, afternoons and evenings were spent sitting there. The long and slender tree that used to stand firm in front of my balcony, had many visitors... and this was where I spent the greatest days of my life.
Alas, I am stranded here in Hyderabad, away from home; trying to go back home... someday. In these times of distress, when I am not allowed to steer out of my home, my balcony was the only way to connect me to the outer world. I am truly imprisoned, as I am exiled inside the four walls of this apartment.
p.s: I do not have any pictures of either of the balconies, so couldn't let you all peek into my memories, but I suppose my words were enough to make you do so.
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